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[viss-and-pinegar]

I drew women. Look at the women I dew. Behold them, please, they are lovely.

[thatoneshadyshop]

24th of Hearthfire, 2E 581

If one survives this latest turn of misfortune, one will gleefully murder the tone deaf, crusted over infected scab of a Dunmer bard. How else could the Telvanni have known to look for us, if not for a failure of his people to maintain a sufficient degree of secrecy? That is to assume the best, that tis carelessness that has led us to this current actuality, and is not outright betrayal. Tis obvious now, in hindsight, that the Telvanni had laid their stage well. Twas no sooner than we found ourselves in the midst of the degree choking the road that they appeared, riders from both directions, with their demands we accompany them to their camp. Yet at the time? The road is the surest and quickest route to Lake Rumare, and given the state of the world, the debris of conflict hardly sparked concern. For all the fool Dunmer may glare at one and mutter how one is to blame, tis hardly as if he offered any better suggestions. He hardly seems to be aware we are headed South at all, never mind having given any thought to our actual route! Yet matters of blame can follow later. For now, the facts of our current situation must dominate. To writ: We have been, apparently, captured by Telvanni forces who were hardly minded to answer questions or pay regard to entreaties of rank. We find ourselves in the midst of what can only be described as a war camp, kept under watchful guard in a sparsely furnished tent to await the pleasure of the Mer in charge. The Mer in charge who apparently is not currently in camp, having led a preemptive attack on Imperial forces to the South. Our wagon and mounts and supplies have been taken - apologies, "requisitioned" - and our weapons confiscated. The male Dunmer servant has taken to whimpering and barely suppressing heavy sobs. The female one has a darker look than usual, and has started hissing darkly whenever one of the rest of us speak. The Argonians cling to each other like shit to a stick. The fool hack of a bard preens and makes overblown demands of the guards, claiming insult at every turn. And Qau-Dar... Well. One cannot blame him. We're it one of one's children who had gone missing, one would be panicked and acting erratically as well. That Ma'Riahni does not number with us is concerning, to say the least. One had assumed she was with her father. He had assumed she was with one. Betwixt the pair of us, our approximation of where and when she decided to go and explore the roadside in her own is roughly nil. Between her absence, the Telvanni, and the continued incompetence of our erstwhile leader, one somehow doubts this will all amount to a mere misunderstanding.

[thatoneshadyshop]

26th of Sun's Dawn, 2E 581

One cannot recall the last time one spent a night without sleep. Then again, one cannot recall an evening spent quite so weighed down with worry, fret, angst and annoyance at oneself. One allowed them to go out alone to play. One ignored the Khajiit's worries when they did not return for luncheon. One gave them coin. What if one made them a target, made some low life thug take notice of them and the coin purse they carried? What if some guard who still yet blamed one for the death of that ghastly woman thought to take advantage of finding the children alone? What if some lesson in conjuration that one taught to Birk or Ma'Riahni has left them feeling too sure if their skills, and some Daedric being took exception to their summonings? One swears, when one finds them, those meddlesome children will rue the day that they stepped foot under one's roof. When we could not find them about town last night, the Khajiit wished to head into the tundra immediately to hunt for them. One could not blame him, one felt the same, but there was no point in blundering about in the dead of night. The tundra is vast, and we would have had no way of knowing in which direction the children had headed, even had they been beyond the city walls. To say naught of the city gates having been sealed for the evening, and the guard currently being less than sympathetic to ourselves. Hence the sleepless night padding up and down the shop, waiting for the crack of dawn. Hence now being abroad on the tundra with the Khajiit, bow in hand, provisions in a sack, scouring for signs of the children. Tis lucky that the stable master was awake so earlier; luckier still he had seen the children the day before, walking out from the city in high spirits, heading north west. One has no idea just what they were thinking, or why they would leave the city walls, but one knows all too well that the tundra holds a myriad of threats. Wild beasts, bandits, necromancers or vampires seeking a victim, tortured spirits, restless undead, migrating Giants and their mammoth herds. To say naught of common variety thieves and killers and otherwise disturbed individuals. Auri-El, keep the children in your sight. Mara, clothe them in your benevolence and keep them safe. Y'ffre, shelter them from your beasts and your fury. Triminac guide their hearts and make them brave. And should the unthinkable come to pass, may Stendarr and Magnus guide one in one's retributions, and may Auri-El turn away from the vengeance one will bring to bear.

[inthezonechry]

Episode 2.29 (Holiday Shoegaze)

It’s Holiday time, so we’re gonna get festive with some Holiday Shoegaze. This is a great alternative to the usually classics you always hear this time around.

Songlist:

Time Song Artist 3:41 Leaning On Bells Chad VanGaalen Shrink Dust 4:43 Only Wondering WISH Wish 3:08 Crown Land Grounders Wreck Of A Smile 3:08 Merry Christmas (I…

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